Mean Girls and Shellfish Smoothie

Something I dreamed this morning....

There was a party being thrown for my sister (not surprising, it was her birthday yesterday. I called her, as we live in different countries). The party was at the house I lived in as a child, and was being thrown by the family – my parents and me. We were to give her a present in two parts. I think it was a bike – we had the first part all wrapped up and under the tree (I dunno why a tree, there was no other Christmas element in the dream), and I was to sneak the second part into the house so we could produce it after she’d unwrapped the first part.

I managed to sneak the part up from the garage and hide it successfully, and the guests started arriving. The guests I think were all from my Dad’s side of the family – aunties and uncles and cousins. There were nibbles on the coffee table, and I got up to get something, and felt tired. In my dream I fell asleep, and woke up after the presents had been opened. I was sorry to have missed the presents, as I felt I’d worked hard on my present to my sister.

I sat in the loungeroom for a while, and at this point I remember saying to someone how I needed a couch for my loungeroom, because the couch here was always full of people I didn’t like (people who didn’t like me, I think is what it really was). I do actually need a couch for my apartment, so I guess that’s where that came from.

I went out into the back yard where the party was still going on, and talked to some of the guests – one was my cousin on my mother’s side who IRL is kind of trashy (we kind of avoid lots of people on my mother’s side cause they’re a bit weird and they like to cause drama), but in my dream was somewhere high up in a bank. One of my other cousins and I went to get a drink.

We found a caterer guy who made her a fruit smoothie that had abalone (yes the shellfish! What on earth is a shellfish doing in a smoothie?) in it. While waiting for the smoothie, a parade of girls from high school came down some nearby stairs (we appeared to be in some sort of shopping mall now) all dressed up in brightly coloured dresses with lots of frilly skirts – kind of flamenco style. I remarked to my cousin that they looked like a bunch of peacocks, and when a giggle erupted en masse from the girls, I started squawking at them. They squawked back. I don’t remember what happened next, but I do remember the feeling that I was being verbally picked on and shunned by these girls.

The last thing that happened before I woke up (to realize I’d slept through both my alarms and was already half an hour late for work) was a group of my friends from school were standing around saying things like ‘I’ve been here for hours and I haven’t even seen her!’). I walked up and said “Here I am! Sorry, I fell asleep for ages!”, and hugged my friend Angela (who I haven’t seen in over ten years).

At that point I woke up, looked at the time, swore loudly and got up in very short order. I’m sure I’ve lost most of the details from the dream, but I still have that feeling of being ostracized by people who thought they were the cool kids. Don’t get me wrong, I never had a burning desire to be ‘popular’ – I’m just confused and hurt when people take a dislike to me for no apparent reason.